Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Oneshots/Imagines

Ghiacchio | Bitch broke his leg-

Requested by: SimpForLaSquadra

*I'm not much of a Ghia fan. I like his design though! Like, the ice thing was very inevitable, but it compliments and works with his design, it's like taking Bakugo, keeping the anger and swapping the color pallet. (Haha, VA joke)

No-one's P.O.V.

Y/n L/n, La Squadra's personal doctor, and a medical genius.

Strangely, the only things she had before Passione was an advanced medical degree, a stand, only a basic knowledge on how to fight and she still lived in an apartment, working as a pharmacist while her skills could pass her as a surgeon, having the ability to even go to the extent of cutting the smallest of veins without breaking a sweat or having her hands shake.

This made her one of the most admirable members.

And according to Y/n's job and stand, she was to heal people so when Melone walked into her office carrying Ghiaccio she wasn't much surprised. 

"Excuse me, Doctor L/n, but it seems we've got a problem-" "MY FUCKING LEG'S BROKEN!"

With a sigh and slight grimace, she took the male from the taller one, bringing Ghiaccio to the bed across from her office desk. Once Melone left and she was prepared, the surgery was quick and clean.

Silence was welcomed to the room until the males' rather loud, raspy voice cut through it like a solid vase cracking to pieces. "Thanks, I guess." 

He lifted an arm to cover his red face as he gingerly sat up, keeping his now bandaged leg still as he did. He looked down, tapping it lightly. He was just about to stand up from the bed when Y/n spoke up.

"Don't. A leg injury is surprisingly one of the worst. It's better if you rest, I can leave if you wish." She offered. He grumbled before giving out an annoyed huff, lowering his head. "...Yes please."

His heart slightly 'died' as she left the room, closing the door behind her with her work in hand. He sighed, laying his head back on the pillow and groaning in anger. Luckily, without anyone knowing, he had fallen for her.

He hated it, the feeling of hearing praise for completing a mission or being wished good luck for them to return in shape. Y/n did care about everyone, but he wanted her to care about him more than anyone could.

A broken leg normally takes six to eight weeks to heal, so whenever he could, Ghiaccio would take his chance to chat with Y/n, avoiding everyone else to the point where for an entire fortnight he only spoke to the wonderful lady.

Inevitably, his leg had to fully healed up.

"You're all fixed up! Perfect!" Y/n exclaimed happily, and carefully, she helped him off the bed, letting him lean on the lady to support him standing up. It felt disorientating.

"...It's like I forgot on how to walk." He commented. Y/n let out a charming giggle as she walked with him to the door. "It does seem like that at first, but you'll catch on again in a few seconds."

Ghiaccio looked up at her, he smiled meekly but it was the most he could do. "Uh... Y/n?" "Hmm? Yes, Ghia?" His heart warmed up as the small nickname slipped out from her mouth. "Well... would you like to go on a date sometime? I think it'd be fun."

Her face lit up, the ends of her lips curving up as her eyes widened."Absolutely! I mean- Yeah, sure. Sounds fun." And leaning to him, Y/n placed a lingering kiss on his cheek.

For someone centered around ice, hating grammar and mainly wears blue, he sure was bashful, burning up like a fire.

Y/n smiled, closing the door as he wobbled on his feet. Just a second after standing, the lady heard a loud thud outside her door. She shook her head, chuckling softly. "Oh, Ghia."

I wanna make a fluffy Ghiaccio now, I might work on that soon

-L o f i